Sadie feels better with Sarah's help

I feel Louis mimicking the motion as I watch Marley pull the seat belt around both he and Sarah, clicking them tight against one another. It takes us just a bit to get into as comfortable positions as we can, and I find my arm around Louis’ neck while I lean into his chest. The backseat doesn’t have a lot of head room which means I have to duck a bit which he seems to really appreciate as it puts us face to face. Louis’ hands hold me steady, his left wrapping around my waist and gripping my hip while his right rests almost casually on my thigh.

Turning to face Louis, I have a moment of nervousness. It’s not that I get a fear of Todd, it’s that I get a fear of fearing Todd. But seeing Louis’ smiling happy face is instead calming and relaxing. As the car pulls away, I lean in and give him a soft kiss to the lips before turning to see how Sarah and Marley are getting along.

At first, I’m surprised as Sarah looks… not uncomfortable, but certainly out of sorts. While Marley’s gripping her like the way Louis is gripping me, his hands on her waist and knee instead of her hip and thigh, she’s sitting with her hands clasped together in her lap. And it takes me another moment to realize what is making her look off… she’s blushing.

Sarah, the strong, independent, confident, dominant woman who took me in, reversed my gender almost completely, put me into a chastity cage, and is training me to be comfortable with sexual acts performed on men, is blushing from simply sitting in Marley’s lap!

A part of me feels bad for her. I remember her saying that she didn’t go for big burly guys and preferred men like me. Small, girly, sissy even. So naturally she’s uncomfortable in Marley’s big strong lap. But while I can acknowledge that part of me, it’s overwhelmed by the drink and good comfortable feelings I’ve had since pouring my heart out.

In other words, I catch Sarah’s eyes and break out in a fit of giggles. My laughter is soon joined by both Louis and Marley as we all take in Sarah’s obvious discomfort. But trooper that she is, even Sarah breaks out in a grin as she rolls her eyes and lightly kicks my ankle. Even her voice is about to break into laughter as she adds, “Shut up. Just… shut up!”

The ride, at least to me, is fine and I snuggle next to Louis, spending my time between kissing him and letting him kiss me. I can feel the hair on the back of my neck rise up as Louis’ hand slips just barely under my skirt and teases the smooth skin of my inner thigh. I can tell I’m having a similar effect on Louis as I feel his bulge growing underneath my round ass. Especially when we hit rough spots in the road, and I bounce a bit in his lap. My cage successfully stops me from swelling myself but the ache from my body’s attempt at an erection comes on in full ****.

Louis and I are pulled out of our private moment when we hear Marley say in a slightly exasperated voice “Look, I’m sorry Sarah, it’s a physical reaction. Please take it as a compliment and not as a sign of intent!”

I pull away from Louis to look at Sarah and Marley. Sarah is even redder than before while trying to look anywhere other than at Marley. And… is Marley blushing too? I don’t understand what’s happening until we hit another rough area in the road, and I bounce on Louis’ lap again. When I feel his bulge throb under me, I see Sarah make a face at the same time and realize….

This time I outright laugh out loud, realizing that Sarah is sitting on Marley’s own hard on and is likely being poked just like me. This time, thankfully, Louis, Marley, and Sarah all join in my laughter. Sarah’s attempt to defuse the situation just makes us all laugh even harder, “Look, I paid for this ride okay!”

We spend the rest of the ride to our house hanging out with small fits of giggling at Sarah. When the car pulls up to our driveway I turn to Louis and give him a long sensual kiss, truly feeling good and wanting to share that feeling. I can hear Sarah and Marley untangle themselves as she gets out and soon enough, she’s around the car and knocking at my window. Looking over my shoulder at her I stick out my tongue playfully before leaning over and giving Marley a kiss as well. Not as passionately as I kissed Louis, but more than a casual peck.

Louis opens the door for me and helps me out before waving goodbye. As neither Sarah nor I seem to have much coordination we take each other’s arms and walk up to the door. Only when we have it unlocked… taking three attempts to get the unlock code right… does the car speed off with Louis and Marley.

In the middle of the living room Sarah grips me again and turns me to face her, saying with a grin, “So, you found my discomfort funny, eh?”

I take hold of Sarah’s shoulders, more for continued support rather than intimidation, and smirk saying, “I guess I found it about as funny as you found setting me up to watch white girls that look like me give big black cocks blow jobs repeatedly, night after night!”

I can see that my statement takes Sarah back a bit as she considers it. When she’s parsed it properly, she moves in close enough to me that our breasts press against one another. Her face has changed from snarky to sultry in an instant as her hands rub down my back. “Well, I guess it’s good that since neither of us are naturally attracted to men that there aren’t any men here now.

Before I can even think of something smart to answer with, Sarah leans in and starts kissing me. Her lips feel so sweet and juicy as we kiss gently. It gives me enough time to consider how often Sarah and I have kissed. We’ve certainly done so while having sex, but it’s been quick passionate kisses and not this slow lovely making out. It reminds me that I’ve probably made out more with Louis than I have with Sarah. And at this moment, I honestly can’t say which I enjoy more.

Whether I’m being kissed by Louis or Sarah, I’m on the receiving side. The submissive side. But Louis’ mere physical presence puts me into that situation. He towers over me. He’s broad enough in the shoulders that I could hide behind him. His hands are big and strong and can encircle my upper arm entirely. His hands together can almost encircle my waist. His lips are soft, but soft for a man. Compared to Sarah’s they’re absolutely rough. Sarah doesn’t have the size or physical presence to put me into that mindset. But mentally and emotionally, I’m at her beck and call. When her small delicate hands touch me, I inherently move into them. She probably couldn’t forcibly pull me against my will like Louis could, but when she gives me a tug I follow without question. Both she and Louis run their hands through my hair, but while Louis seems to just enjoy running my hair through his fingers, Sarah grips and tugs on my hair, making me turn my face to where she wants it. And where Louis has never been so forward as to put his thigh between my legs, Sarah is more than happy to rub her shapely thigh over my cage, making me swell and ache all that much more.

After Sarah has had enough and I’m left breathless and panting she looks at me with genuine empathy. “Sadie, after the emotional day you’ve had, I don’t want to push you at all. If you’re not up for this, just say so. You can go right to bed, or we can cuddle, or do anything you’d like. But you’re turning me on so much right now that I want to make love to you. Do you feel up for that?”

I answer in the only way that seems appropriate, with a long sigh and tilting my face away. Giving my neck to Sarah to kiss. Sarah’s hands immediately move on my back, one unhooking my bra through my top while the other reaches down to cup my ass through my skirt. Her lips quickly follow and find that magical spot right under my jaw and ear to kiss that makes my toes curl in delight.

Sarah starts walking us toward her room. We remain face to face, making out, undressing each other as we go, with Sarah going backward more confidently than I can follow walking forward. By the time we’re in her room I have Sarah’s Barbi tee and bra off, letting my cup and fondle her lovely breasts. I have her shorts unhooked and down and am just hooking my thumbs into her thong to disrobe her from everything except her strappy heels. Sarah has my sleeveless top and bra off, taking time to tweak my nipples into two little stones, but has left my skirt and panties in place.

With a quick motion she turns us around and pushes me on the bed on my back. I let out a groan as she straddles my thighs and leans forward to start licking at and playing with my breasts. When I reach up to caress her face, she takes a moment to grip both my wrists and pull them up over my head. While there are no cuffs or rope to bind me in that position, one stare from Sarah is all it takes to get her message across. Stay. Leaving my hands up above my head, my wrists crossed one over the other, I can only wiggle and moan under Sarah as she returns to teasing and pleasing my breasts.

There’s not much that Sarah hasn’t done to me in our sexual playing. Her fingernails and tongue have lightly scratched and licked just about every inch of my body. Her lips have kissed me just about everywhere and her palms have caressed every one of my curves. But previous to this night, we’ve moved through these actions quickly. Sarah touches me, kisses me, licks me, until my arousal is turned up to 9 and then we move on to the main event. Generally, her placing her pussy on my mouth or her putting her strap on and taking my rear. But this night is different. I don’t know if it’s her acknowledgement of the emotional roller coaster I’ve been on or the drink or even her time on Marley’s lap, but she takes her time and plays with me passionately. My arousal just keeps rising and rising and rising under her ministrations until I’m turned up to 11 and I’m a wiggling, trembling, moaning mess.

Just as I’m about to start begging her to either stop or give me more, she crawls up my body so that we can kiss each other. While our breasts bump and move against each other she simply glides her hands up and down my arms, reminding me that I’m bound by her will alone as we make out again. And again, she takes her time as if our kissing were the main event instead of a second appetizer. When I’m again a pre-cum leaking, achy caged, mess, moaning and trembling underneath her Sarah again starts to crawl further up my body. She gives me just a moment as she presents each of her breasts to me for their loving licks and nibbles.

When she finally crawls the rest of the way up my body and rises, her thighs on either side of my face, and lowers her glistening, wet, dripping pussy to my mouth, we both hum out our approval. I know there is no way I can experience the same levels of pleasure that Sarah gets from my oral actions on her, especially with as often as we’ve done this and as good at it as I’ve gotten, but I still find incredible delight in the act. In pleasing Sarah. Held down here under her weight, motionless unless she bids me to move, I can make her pant and moan. I can make her tremble and shake. I can make her buck and pray and even beg for me to finish her off.

Normally, during our love making like this, Sarah calls out my name or calls me her boy, her girly boy, or even occasionally her sissy. But this time as she writhes on my tongue she doesn’t do that. She calls me her girl and it only spurs me on to please her more.

I’m more than a little surprised when she rises up before she’s orgasmed. Our standard routine is I give her three or even four orgasms before she falls off of me. As she climbs off the bed, and I look at her questioningly, she moves to her toy drawer and starts pulling her strap-on up and sliding it’s inner dildo into her wet messy folds. Her voice is dripping with lust as she says simply “Roll over Sadie!”

I roll over and climb up onto the bed fully, wondering if she’s going to bind me to the head and footboards again. But even before I can relax, she grips my ankles and pulls my legs fully off the bed, leaving me in an almost kneeling position, my breasts and face planted onto her comforter, my ass bent and available to her.

I feel her roll my skirt up and try to imagine what she sees. With my tight skirt bunched up around my waist she’d be left with the vision of my two ass cheeks with my purple thong diving in between them. I don’t know that she’d even see, from her angle, my cage.

When I move my arms back above my head, laying my wrists one over the other I let out a gasp as I feel Sarah lightly spank my right ass cheek and say lovingly, “That’s my good girl!”

I wiggle my butt in anticipation as I feel her pulling my thong down just enough to expose my rear pucker, knowing now that she’s directly working to hide away any sign of my masculinity. I let out another little gasp as I feel her work the lube up into me, opening me up for her.

When she deems me ready for her, I feel her move up and away from me, leaving me quivering in anticipation. She’s gone for what feels like an eternity, but when I hear her approach me, she’s not coming from behind. Instead, she’s walking to the other side of the bed in front of me. Sarah doesn’t say anything, leaving the room to be filled with my ragged breathing. When I realize she’s waiting for something, I arch my back so that I can lift my head up and look at her. My mouth opens agape in shock and surprise. I see Sarah’s beautiful face smiling at me. Beaming at me. I can see that slight gleam of sweat that I feel over my own body, highlighting her lovely curves. The only thing she’s wearing is the strap on, but where before she had that smooth normal sized dildo, the one that could slide into me with relative ease, it’s been replaced.

Replaced with the big, thick, long, realistic shaped, ‘Marley’ dildo.

There’s no cruelty or malice in Sarah’s voice as she strokes the well lubed dildo and says, “Is my girl ready to get fucked!”